Chapter 36

"Boy, do you know how to see a doctor?" Wang Sen looks at Zhang Ye in surprise.

Zhang Ye nodded, casually made up a reason: "when I was in my hometown, I studied with an old Chinese medicine doctor for several years."

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that medicine is not as good as food in China, and the most Chinese cuisine is also medicated food, which can not be imitated by chefs all over the world.

Wang Guizhi doesn't know this, but she trusts Zhang Ye very much. She knows that he won't show himself aimlessly.

She asked a little worried: "Ono, do you see anything?"

Zhang Ye shook his head: "sister, don't worry, I just feel a little strange, just want to feel the pulse for the old man."

Although he said so, Wang Guizhi's face was still full of worries.

But the old man could see it. He stretched out his hand and said frankly, "you can see it if you want. I've lived my whole life. I've been rich and poor. I've seen enough of the world. It doesn't matter. "

"The master is open-minded and will live a long life." Zhang Ye smiles and gently puts his finger on the old man's pulse gate.

"Ha ha, I know how to talk. I know I'm 80 years old today. It's hard for me to live a long life. But I'm a bad old man. What can I do when I live a thousand years? Can I be a tortoise, ha ha... " The old man was smiling brightly, and didn't care about his words at all. He said whatever he wanted to say.

But Wang Guizhi's face was a little bit hard to hang: "Dad, you see what you said."

"No matter, Ono is not an outsider." The old man waved his hand to Wang Guizhi to be quiet. Don't disturb Zhang Ye.

After about five minutes, Zhang Ye raised his hand from the pulse gate of the old man, closed his eyes and thought for a while. Then he asked again:

"old man, although your pulse is stable, it is somewhat strange. Recently, do you often feel sleepless, guilty and short of breath, even if you fall asleep, you are not stable, and you often dream?"

The old man didn't take Zhang Ye's pulse diagnosis seriously. In his opinion, it's very rare for a hairy boy like Zhang Ye to make a good dish. How can he still be proficient in medicine.

Even if he learned from his mother's womb, he couldn't achieve anything.

But just as Zhang Ye said what he had just said, his face suddenly changed and he looked at Zhang Ye in a daze.

"Boy, you can't be an immortal, can you?" Wang Sen was surprised.

Zhang Ye is a little embarrassed. I don't know what to say.

"Ono, what are you talking about just now? Is there nothing wrong with my father's health?" Wang Guizhi cut in worried.

"Elder sister, you don't have to worry, the old man is OK." Zhang Ye looked at the old man and said strangely: "the old man is, er, something is on his mind."

When Wang Sen heard this, the expression on his face suddenly changed, especially when his daughter's eyes came over.

"Dad, what's on your mind?" Wang Guizhi asked suspiciously.

Cough! Cough!

Wang Sen coughed awkwardly and sighed: "I miss your mother. Recently, I always dream about her and the delicious food she cooked for me. Maybe your mother gave me a dream and let me go with her as soon as possible. "

The old man is a bit of male chauvinism in his life. He has never said such a thing, so he looks lonely and uncomfortable.

"Dad, what are you saying? Don't think so in the future. We all hope you will live a long life."

Wang Guizhi said busily, and her eyes became red.

This situation makes Zhang Ye feel a little embarrassed, and he doesn't know what to say. A sudden idea comes to his mind: "old man, have you ever eaten spicy bean meat?"

What!

Wang Sen heard this, the body suddenly sat straight, old but wise eyes staring at Zhang Ye, eyes emitting excited light.

"Do you mean sliced pork with chili beans?" Wang Sen's excited voice trembled.

Zhang Ye was startled by the old man and nodded: "yes, it's a home cooked dish in our old hometown."

"OK, ha ha, OK, I can finally eat this dish again. Guizhi, you children are unfilial. Since your mother's gone, I'm not allowed to eat this dish. " Wang Sen's happy mouth couldn't be closed.

"Dad, we're not afraid that you'll feel sad. After all, it's a dish my mother often cooks for you." Wang Guizhi said helplessly.

"Well, when I was poor and I was about to starve to death, it was your mother who saved me with a bowl of fried rice with eggs and spicy beans. I owe your mother too much in my life."

Said, the old man's eyes can not help red.

"No matter what, Xiao Ye, you should make this dish for me today, and the emperor fried rice mentioned by Guizhi. Thank you, old man." Wang Sen said faintly in a tone of powerless sadness.

"Old man, you're serious. I'm sure you'll be satisfied tonight." Zhang Ye clenched his fist and was moved by the old man's affairs. His heart was warm.The three chatted in the living room for a while, until nearly 7:30, Wang Guizhi's husband also came home.

Zhang Ye and his simple acquaintance, then walked to the kitchen.

Because this is a family dinner advocated by the old man, so we didn't invite outsiders, and there are only a dozen people, big or small.

When he got to the kitchen, he soon saw a busy figure in it. He had almost prepared the dishes for the family dinner.

His name is fu MA. He is the nanny of the Wang family. He has cooked for the old man for many years and knows his taste.

Zhang Ye asked fu MA for advice with an open mind. After confirming the old man's salty taste, he started his own work.

Because this time it was arranged, the ingredients for the emperor's fried rice had already been prepared.

And what surprised Zhang Ye most was that there were bean slices and green peppers in the refrigerator, but he never made that dish.

This discovery saved him a lot of effort. He put a chopping board on the side of the console, took out the bean slices in the refrigerator, spread out a piece and put it on the chopping board.

Next, he took the honey and soft brush in Fu Ma's puzzled eyes, and put the honey in a small shallow dish.

"What are you doing, Ono?" Asked fu MA.

"Oh, this is to get rid of the peculiar beany smell in the bean slices, and let it absorb the honey. When you eat it, it will have a light sweet taste."

Zhang Ye patiently explained, the hand started the movement, as if not afraid of this secret recipe spread out.

Soft brush dipped in the honey gently, quickly point in the beans.

Immediately after that, Zhang Ye quickly covered the whole bean slices with honey, but it was so thin that he couldn't see it if he didn't pay attention.